Page 59 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"What's wrong?" I asked when his hands stopped moving. My voice sounded needy, but I didn't care. I wanted him right that second. No. I needed him.

"I'm waiting for you to storm off and tell me I'm reading this situation wrong." His hand dipped to my inner thigh.

I grabbed the collar of his blazer and kissed him.

There was no hesitation in his response. He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me back. No one had ever kissed me like that. Intense, passionate, leaving me powerless. If I wasn't sitting on the kitchen counter, my knees would have been too weak to stand.

One of his hands moved back to my inner thigh and his fingers brushed against my wetness.

There was a low noise in his throat, almost like a growl. "You're not wearing any underwear." He pulled my ass to the end of the counter and spread my legs even farther apart. Before I could respond, he bent down and placed a long, slow stroke against my aching pussy.

I moaned and leaned back on my elbows.

His tongue swirled around all my walls, acting like I truly was the dessert he'd been craving all day.

He pushed my thighs farther apart as his tongue went even deeper.

"Yes!" I groaned and tilted my head back. For days I had been waking up in the middle of the night panting, remembering what it was like for him to be inside of me. The real thing was so much better than my dreams. He was going to put me over the edge in a matter of seconds.

But instead of keeping his steady, torturous pace, his lips moved to my clit and his finger entered the void.

"Rory, please," I moaned.

"You've been teasing me for days, Keira. I'm not letting you come that easily."

What?!

He moved his fingers faster. It felt amazing, but somehow wasn't what I needed to find my release.

"Rory," I moaned again.

He placed another stroke against my wetness. "You taste even better than I remembered."

Fuck. His naughty words made me even hornier. I couldn't even think straight anymore. He pulled away from me and took off his blazer. He grabbed his t-shirt by its collar and pulled it off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me off the counter. "Turn around."

I didn't care what he did to me. I turned around. All I needed was his cock deep inside of me. And hopefully he wouldn't make me wait much longer.

"Hands on the counter." His breath was hot against my neck.

I placed my hands on the counter and arched my back.

He pushed the bottom of my dress up over my ass. His hands pressed against the small of my back, making me arch my back even more. "Close your eyes."

"Rory, please. You're killing me."

"Then next time you shouldn't tease me so much. Close your eyes."

I gulped. What is he going to do to me? I closed my eyes and felt his hands leave my back. A moment later I felt something cold against the back of my thigh. What the hell is that? My whole body shivered.

"Stay still." The cool item traveled up my thigh and across my ass. It was definitely something metal.

"Rory." My voice was airy and needy. I hated how he made me beg.

The metal object left my skin and I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

Shit. Why do I like that?

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